The war has fogged my vision to the extent that I missed an important post on the central focus of civilisation, namely coffee. Gummo Trotsky selects “Latte” for his word of the day and writes

I think we can forego the Macquarie Dictionary link on this one – we all know what latte is. It’s what the out of touch inner city elites drink to wash down their lunch-time foccaccias or croques-monsieur while their less pretentious suburban cousins are happy to settle for a cappucino and a toasted sanger.

If this item from yesterday’s Age is any indication, there’s a lot of people in the out-of-touch inner city elite. And the numbers are growing. According to a survey by BIS Shrapnel, latte consumption grew by 50% over two years with 225 million dollars worth of lattes sold last year. Assuming that the retail price of a cafe latte is $2.50, that’s a total of 90 million cafe lattes.

Gummo follows up with some extrapolations suggesting that in a few years, latte drinkers will be in the majority.

I would view this prospect with horror, but I think it will not come to pass. Latte is the Cold Duck of the 21st century, and like Cold Duck will be shaken off with a shudder as people realise what real coffee is about.

while their less pretentious suburban cousins are happy to settle for a cappucino and a toasted sanger.

It is amazing how quickly the cappucino has become the common mans drink. I remember when it was the elitist drink. I also remember when it was pretentious to own a mobile phone.

Obviously yesterdays elitists inspired the common people and lead them out of the flat coffee wilderness to enjoy cappucinos and mobile phones. Perhaps the elistists did know better than the rest of us after all. Or maybe they just had more disposable income.

Look, coffee became very popular a few years back. Rather than go to the pub and down a few cold ones during the day, it became more acceptable to go to some overpriced coffee joint so that you could be SEEN!

But then, a lot of people realised that they didn’t like coffee *that* much, but still wanted the social recognition of being a coffeeholic. In response to market forces, the latte rose to prominence.

It’ll stick around until the next fad comes along (either a resurgance of fondue parties or maybe something that involves soy).

This reminds me of John Stubbs’ account, in his biography of Bill Hayden, of what was said about Hayden by the Old Guard in the Queensland ALP as proof of his anti-working class elitism, at the time of Federal intervention in the Queensland ALP. Hayden, it was alleged, disdained beer in favour of cask wine(!) and, when a Whitlam government Minister, had employed an academic (i.e. Paddy McGuinness!) as a ministerial adviser.

Then again, perhaps goon really was an elite drink by the standards of Queensland in 1979, and McGuinness really was a leftie elitist luvvie by the standards of the Queensland Old Guard.

In an earlier period, and in another country, the French Right in the Vichy Regime was obviously not going to blame chardonnay drinkers for the urban secular leftist decadence and uppity women of the republic, so they singled out the imbibers of absinthe for special condemnation. The Vichy Regime is well worth study, if only for the long list of similarities between its prejudices and preoccupations, and those of the contemporary religious and Murdoch tabloid Right.

How much is a standard coffee in Sydeney or Brisvegas? You can still get one for $2.50 in Melbourne, I thought it was often a lot more up north.

I was in a Gloria Jean’s for the first time the other week. Apart from the fact that they’re owned by the odious Nabi Saleh, I was amazed that they can charge quite a lot more for no table service and a very ordinary coffee made by a barely trained teenager. I don’t understand it.

It is indeed. It was a sparkling wine (pinkish IIRC) which was, very briefly, the height of sophistication in the circles in which I moved.

I’m pleased to say my preferred venue (Rooftop cafe in the Colin Clark Bldg) unbundles it’s charges. I pay $2 for a doppio (two shots, short black) rather than subsidising the soy bubbalattee crowd. But the general price is $2.50 to $3.00.

GJs is beyond me also. I went once when I first saw one and once again, by mistake when Borders converted its coffee shop to GJ and I didn’t notice until I got the coffee.

For a certain type of boomer venturing beyond the axminstered parental world so mordantly evoked in Barry Humphries’ Sandy Stone, Cold Duck was the pathway tipple between “Barossa Pearl” (a favourite of maiden great aunts at Christmas) and “Mateus Rose” (a favourite accompaniment to the breaking of the hymen).

Thenceforward, nothing short of a big Rutherglen shiraz would completely satisfy.

In the Sydney CBD a cappuccino will set you back between $2.20 and $3.00 depending on the establishment. Even though rents are lower outside the CBD the price of coffee seems to be much the same across Sydney.

I drink “flat white” most days. However in most cafes this gets you a cappuccino with only slightly less froth.

For some reason I almost always have tea when I am at home and when I am out or at work it is coffee.

I have actually been to a couple of fondue parties, one just a month ago. Always hosted by baby boomer socialist type friends. It’s weird but fun.

A latte is a flat white for people who want to burn their fingers. I am jealous of the Sydney mob, at least in William St, because you get to choose size of coffee, and can get a ‘double shot’. Down here in Melbavostock we still rarely have those choices, even though we parade ourselves as the centre of the cultural universe.

Down here we say “strong flat white” and kind of squint, and the unemployed filmmaker with the little pad gets the idea immediately.

And JQ has just revealed the secret of his fine black beard and prodigious output. “I pay $2 for a doppio (two shots, short black)” A couple of those and I would never sleep again.

John, you aren’t a “Mr Beans” fan? Their coffee is one of the things I miss most about UQ…

You’d think that here in Austria it’d be easy to find a decent coffee (with Italy about 30km away), unfortunately you still find plenty of cafes that think a cappucino is just some filter coffee with whipped cream on top.

I first encountered that latte-in-a-glass thing in Melbourne in 1998. I didn’t understand it until I spent a few weeks in Italy. There, latte is a morning-only drink, served cool so it can be bolted down with the pastry in the caffeteria on the way to work. (Lovely people, the Italians, but I couldn’t live like them.)

I must say I liked the coffee in Rome, almost as good as what we get in Wellington.

Mick, Mr Beans is fine, but a bit out of my way. One of the great things at UQ is that you’re never more than 100m from an espresso machine. So, there are half a dozen places I go to reasonably often, since they’re in my part of campus, and the rest pretty rarely.

My favourite and also the closest is the Colin Clark Rooftop, where I cah have alfresco espresso without even leaving the building.

I miss that about UQ very much, coffee on my current campus is horrific. Most of the campus only has access to those aweful coffee vending machines. I’ve encountered similar problems at a number of 1st class unis around the world. UQ is particularly blessed on the coffee front! Apparently USyd is pretty good though as well.

Wow, too many latte drinkers referring to the Macquarie Dictionary these days. One wonders if they ever find impressions, sensations and thoughts
From the hidden contraband ports
There you will doubt your own self
Only to regain full health
And vigour. For if e’er you strayed
And from upright conduct swayed,
It merely will refresh your soul
And demonstrate the Cubic whole
Of which you’re part. Time Cube is truth
And without it, people forsooth
Will set sail on contraband yachts
Which later sink down into spots
On seabed, because they were doomed
To succumb to that which has loomed
O’er humanity for years untold
Deceptive shell of lustrous gold
Covering evil. That is why
Setting our gaze on Cubic sky
And ascending from seaweed graves
In which died professors and knaves
It will be our intention to
Know that 4 days indeed pursue
Their courses simultaneously
As Earth rotates. Even if we
See only one, we can’t deny
The total’s four. And also by
The way, I feel I must make clear
That Time is Cubic. Cowards fear
The Time Cube, but brave people will
Accept this truth cube with the skill
Of reasoned thought. They know it’s true.
It’s proven fact like sky is blue.
TIME CUBE
TIME CUBE
TIME CUBE
TIME CUBE
TIME CUBE!